He watched himself change, in an odd kind of way

Would never go out, nor show his face in the day

His hunger was ravenous, but not for food, I’m afraid

Though you’d think it hideous, it was what he craved

An image of who he once was, a reflection, despised

Checking the mirror, again, he adjusted his disguise

Candlelight flickering, cast an eerier glow on his face

Finally understanding, why he was bound to this place

And when it hit him, raging, like a wild, relentless flood

He knew what he needed, was another human’s blood

 

December Writing Prompt – A mirror image of who he once was – Day 2/31

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